Tag: Hints at a broken past x 1

Hallways once filled with life and laughter, with a pact made between siblings. A home built by loving parents and dutiful children. A place for growth and learning, torn asunder by the petty wiles of the elite. Whispers of memories past flowed from the walls as if spoken by the stones themselves, somewhere down abandoned corridors a screams of the dead rang out. Mental static mixed with deft footfalls on broken ground.

"Enough, Zaravala." 

His voice echoed through her head. The terrified look on his void touched face as the light slipped from his mates eyes. The smell of blood. She scrunched her nose at an unseen smell. Visiting only to retrieve her glaives and mask, already proved to be a poor choice.

The crimson haired nightmare...